The Mating Games

chapter 19- I suggest you run

warning for those of you who don't like sexual stuff, don't read the first part

"Summer," Theo whispered, brushing the hair away from my face; I groaned, blinking my blurry eyes and gazed at an annoyingly gorgeous man.

"What?" I croaked, sleep still clinging to my body. I felt awful, like I had been hit by a truck; my eyes started to droop, ready to go back to sleep.

"We need to get up. I want to grab your stuff from your room and then leave after breakfast," I didn't respond, I couldn't physically make myself. "Summer? Come on, wake up," he needs to go away, like immediately. The bed bounced with Theo's departure as he walked into the bathroom; perfect, now I can go back to sleep. My heavy head borrowed deeper in the pillow, cocooning my face with the soft fabric.

"I'm sorry for this," a voice called behind me; I shot out of the bed, cold water dripping down my face. My naked body shivered, prickling up as a chill settled over me; Theo stood by the bed, an empty bowl hanging limply from his hand. I was seething, ready to blow my top with frustration as he gave me a sheepish grin.

"I'd suggest you run," I whispered lowly, giving him my best death glare. Theo shook his head, the bowl dropping with a clang to the hard wood floor. He backed up, a nervous glint in his eyes; yes, he should be scared.

"Come on now, we can talk this through," he reasoned but I was none of it.

"I don't think we can, mate," I spit the word out, ready to attack him. Theo took a few tentative steps back and eyed the bed, a plan forming behind his mischievous eyes. I stalked him with a predatory gaze, my shoulders bunched with tension and my chest heaving.

"Summer, you don't want to do this," he reasoned, his pleas falling on deaf ears. I matched his steps, watching as the fear crept over his face; his back hit the wall, trapped.

"What are you going to do now?" My tone was sickly sweet, teasing him. Theo regarded the room, trying to find any kind of help but the defeated look the swept over him proved just how much he had screwed up.

"Now, now. You don't want to hurt the man you love, do you?" He seemed unsure, questioning me like a child would their parent.

"Hmm, I'm not really feeling myself right now. Might have something to do with the fact I'm dripping wet," I murmured, loving the way he squirmed against the pale blue wall and shielded himself with his bulky arms. I closed the gap between us, coming right up to his face, "what's the matter, baby?" I couldn't help the mocking tone of my voice. Theo wiggled and tried to move past me but I placed my palms firmly on his chest.

"Summer, come on. This isn't funny anymore," he whispered, not sure how I would react. But when you play with fire, you get burnt; kids have to learn a lesson otherwise they keep doing it.

"You're right, this isn't funny," I agreed, waiting for the relieved look to past over his face before grabbing a hold of his favourite appendage. Theo sucked a large breath in, puffing his chest high and holding it there; my hand firmly wrapped around his shaft, slowly pulling the soft member up and down. I never broke eye contact, I wanted him to know I wasn't happy with him but his eyes glazed over, a lustful haze shielding him from my inner animosity.

"No, no, no. you don't get to enjoy this, this is punishment," I moved my hand faster, feeling the blood swell and engorge him. A wave of accomplishment rushed over me; Theo squirmed uncomfortably against me, watching as his little guy stood tall and proud. My eyes followed his gaze, settling down between us. I gave him one last stroke, making sure to throw some more wood to the fire before stepping back completely. Theo questioned me with his eyes, begging me to continue but then how would learn? How would he know that I'm the one in charge?